Hell in a hand basket

All of the news over the last year has led me to believe we are going to hell in a handbasket. Iraq, killing, fraud, division, gas prices, real estate prices, North Korea, Iran. I think Danny is right that Ken Lay faked his death. I think that gas prices will go over $4. I that North Korea is a puppet of China. I think that divisions in out society will get deeper before they get better.

Maybe I should invest in a “hell in a hand basket” mutual fund. Then, maybe my investing luck will make that fund do poorly, thus saving the world! I can turn lemons into Lemonade!

I just heard Dennis Kucinich in a speech say “Balderdash”. Definetely, that is a bad sign.

Welcome to Disgusting Island!

Welcome to Disgusting Island!
I am your host, Mr. O’Rourke. On this island you will see your more disgusting fantasies comes true. Just this week we have seen:

  • Matthew rubbing feces all over his body while on the couch!
  • Diarhea!
  • Jared throwing up in the Dining Room!
  • Jared throwing up in the Kitchen!
  • Messy Diapers!
  • Ethan’s adult teeth growing in his mouth without pushing out the baby teeth!
  • Crying and screaming and yelling galore!
  • And more!

So welcome and please join in the fun. If you have anything disgusting, please share with the others

Note: Katie said, “I am not trained for this!”


I took Ethan and Jared to the Foster City fireworks display last night. We had to park almost a mile away. Luckily I brought their razor’s so they didn’t get tired. We found a nice spot, right in front where we could see the fireworks right over our heads. At about T-15min, they let off a practice shot.
It went pop–whistle–BANG!

That was the moment Jared started to panic. He looked at me like I had just shown him the face of pure evil. He said, “I want to go home!” I tried to relax him, but he was not having it. When the fireworks actually started, he started to cry. So we had to get up and walk back through the crowd and get out. Ethan was upset because he wanted to stay. Ethan had started talking to some girls next to us (of course). I listened to their conversation. It was 98% Ethan and 2% them. He needs to listen more.

Anyway, we traveled back all the way to the car, trying to catch some of the display by looking over our shoulders. I kept asking, “Is this better? It’s not so loud here.” He kept replying, “No, let’s keeping going. It’s not ok.”

I told him that Ethan used to be afraid of the fireworks too and that he liked it more when he turned 5. This is actually a white lie. Ethan was fine with it, but I want Jared to give it another chance next year.

Overall, we had a good time together this long weekend. We spent alot of time together, played tennis and Texas hold-em poker and watched Superman Returns. I was tense alot of the weekend, as Katie pointed out. Hopefully, this feeling won’t last too long.


I took the boys yesterday to see a matinee of Superman Returns. The movie was mediocre, with medium acting. They put Parker Posey as Lex Luthor’s (Kevin Spacey) girlfriend. The other Superman movies made sure to have a buxom blonde in that role. Then then had a cute girl to be Lois Lane. I would have preferred Parker Posey as Lois Lane.

Isn’t is funny how in Superman, everyone’s name is an alliteration. Klark Kent, Lois Lane, Lana Lang, Lex Luthor, Parker Posey.

Anyway, the worst thing about the movie was the blatant Jesus metaphor. Basically, they tried to tie in Jesus at every spot. They called Superman a God. They portrayed Marlon Brando as Jesus’ father. He sent Superman to Earth, his only son, to show them the way to be good. Superman dies by being stabbed in the ribs with a kryptonite spear. Before he dies, he gets rid of a huge hairball of crap from the ocean and then falls to earth for 15 seconds in the crucifixion pose. Then he comes back to life 3 days later. Plus he has a secret Superson with Lois.

The whole thing was retarded. Boo.

This is the fourth of July weekend. We are trying to clean up and throw things away. It has been difficult. So much to get rid of. So little room in the trash. I tried to sell Missile Command, but the guy who wanted it flaked out. I hate selling stuff online.